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ABRAXAS MODS ([personal profile] abraxasmods) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2021-08-08 10:54 pm

INTRO LOG #2

Intro Log #2
It has been two months now since the initial group of summonings first took place. Castle Thorne, or at least the part above ground, is buzzing with a vibrant air of hope following the 'success' at the Singularity. Eager smiles and excited chattering are to be found in nearly every corner of the castle and surrounding town. The honored guests may find grateful looks turned their way more often than not. A new and brighter day seems to be dawning on the kingdom.

In the dungeons it's a different story entirely. The mood is somber and uneasy. The prisoner taken for trial has yet to return, and no word has come regarding her or her fate. There has been no mention of any further trials as of yet and guards seem to have little patience for unruly behavior or even conversation. Some seem to not even look at or acknowledge the prisoners at all.

[ Feel free to continue threads from the TDM here or start your own! As cell and room assignments will be short-lived due to this month's event, you're free to assume whichever cellmates and roommates you like instead of officially signing up as long as there are ICly no more than four people in a cell or room at once. ]

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[personal profile] baltimores 2021-08-24 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
Amos shrugs. He grew up in a shithole, and talking about it isn't something he's inclined to do. Ever, really. He might make an exception for her, but. Shit. He doesn't know.

Space is easier, except then it's just a reminder of the freedom they'd briefly had before ending up back here. Not even just free in a physical sense, of escaping these walls — but free from his memories, his past, the why of how he came to be the way he is.

Except then she suggests going back, and—

"You've been back there?"

He blinks, confusion written across his features. Hadn't known that was even an option. And like hell if he knows how to do it himself. He's— fuck, he's bad at a lot of things, of course his only chance at anything resembling freedom again would be out of reach for him, too.

Clenches his jaw for a second. Unclenches it. It's not her fault.

"Thanks," he huffs after a moment. There should be good humour in his voice but, shit. Who knows if he'll ever be in a position to get that back.